It was only last week when she was being blackguarded over a banned video. It was only some hours ago when her name was being used as an abuse. It was only some minutes ago that she was being shamed over her acts.

At this moment, people are visiting her Facebook profile page not to view her ‘condemnable’ pictures and videos, but to post messages of condolence. At this moment, people are celebrating her murder as another addition in the long list of patriarchal honour-killings. At this very moment, people are bewailing the cessation of her new ‘sensational’ videos getting uploaded.

From a stigma to a victim... from a prostitute to a woman... from an abuse to just a name... from finding her husbands to looking for her murderers... from our wish to get her killed to deploring her murder... These transitions reflect our attitude towards almost everything. These transitions show that death is all it takes.

She posted objectionable videos. She uploaded obnoxious photographs. She presented a striptease. But this is just one side of the story. Another perspective is her viewership. It was our lust and mindset that made her do this. It was we, the society, which enjoyed viewing every inch of her body and is now remorseful over her slaying. It was we, a country with highest number of porn-watchers, which satiated our luxuria by repeatedly playing her striptease trailer. It was we, the people of Pakistan, who could not just leave her on her own and took keenest interest in every news related to her. It was we, the honourable people, who did not address her problems until she was Fouzia Azeem but never stopped commenting on every single platform after transforming her into Qandeel Baloch.

Her murder has unravelled and exposed the true face of our society and the idea of male chauvinism that is openly preached and practiced here.But be that as it may, this very idea of objectification of women at the hands of men is not only promoted by the male members of human species; women equally endorse this ideology as they form approximately half of our society.

We derived amusement from her derisive exit from Pakistan Idol, we became the eyes to her ribald posts and videos, and we became mouths to these gossips. This resulted in heightening of her viewership which obviously encouraged her to do more. Then began the hypocrisy in which we provided her with highest trending by vilifying her after having watched every swing of her chest. This was followed by inviting her to different shows and scandalizing her with several men which resulted in her persona being reflected as a wretched woman. Our media needed her and her posts for its khabrein, tabsaray and tajziay (news, opinions and analysis). At this point what we failed to realise was that all this applesauce is only adding to her notoriety. We did not miss a single piece of news that was related to her, but we used to scan every word and move just to discuss and disparage her with more zeal and zest.However, no one bothered to realise that we were only provoking her to stretch the line even more.

We all saw a talk-show host and analyst scolding her for not buttoning up her shirt, but why did that very ethical, principled and venerable anchor-person allow her to sit in the studio in the first place if she were wearing lewd and salacious clothes (after all, no program runs without rating)? We all were eager to know the exact number, name and biography of her husbands and even acquired her marriage contract with Aashiq Hussain, but why could we just not leave her on her own? Why had it become such an important bone of contention in this country? Why cannot we vociferate our words for more important issues, such as the Kashmir dispute and recent bloodbath that is taking place? And now, why do we have to project her as an exemplar and prime mover of feminism? Why do we have to proclaim her as a combatant who was fighting for the rights of women in Pakistan?

It is high time that we open our eyes and discern that this society was wrong in giving her the opprobrium, which she mistaken to be fame, and now we are repeating the crime by popularising her as a standard-bearer of women’s liberation movement. Let her rest in peace because it was us who blindfolded her with illusionary ambitions and infuriated her family to such an extent that her murder proved to be the final blow to her aspirations.

Murder can never be justified and we, the society, never cease to condemn it. However, it is we, the people, who have formulated the timorous principles of this society which dictate us to lengthen the list of those who are killed in the name of honour. For this society, forgiving and forgoing is not a solution.

Zeenat cannot be forgiven for eloping with a man she liked and her mother had to burn her alive. Had Zeenat lived, we would have tormented the entire family for decades for exercising her free will. After all, our‘Book of Principles’ only allows to nib the evil in the bud.

Muqaddas Bibi had to be punished for marrying against the will of her parents and being pregnant with her second child. How could her parents not slit her throat? This society killed them every single day with taunts and cods so how could they forgive her for bringing such infamy to their honour?

Why could they just not let Zeenat, Muqaddas and Qandeel live? Simple disowning and repudiation would have worked. Ignorance would have done wonders. Why is it such a compulsion on our mouths to jeer and barb against everyone? And if these self-concocted principles cannot be amended then why do we mourn honour-killings? Or, as the anticipation and speculation of public and media is growing, why couldn’t the Mullahs let her live and why did she have to be made a symbol of disgrace or ‘ibrat’?

Before asking Qandeel’s brother the reason behind murdering her and taking her as an ‘ibrat’, we should ask ourselves about the causes. Aren’t we the real murderers of Qandeel? I cannot disagree.